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Hey, Lew, you wanna check this one?

He don't look like much.

- Hey, mister. - Morning.

Ride over here and get off your horse.

He told you to get down.

- What for? - I'll ask the questions.

Go ahead. I can hear you fine right from where I'm sitting.

Mister, I don't wanna have to shoot you off that horse.

And I sure wouldn't want you to, Sheriff.

Check his saddlebags first.

Wasting your time.

Only thing I got on me that's worth a hoot is this here gun belt.

Sheriff, give me the price of a good meal and a night's lodging

and you can have this whole caboodle.

What do you say?

Somebody chasing you, Roy?

You do that on purpose, Lafe?

Why don't you grow up, Roy?

- What's the matter with him? - Same old thing.

Getting hisself in trouble across the land.

- Where are you heading, mister? - West Texas.

West Texas? I should have knowed it.

You know one West Texan can always spot another West Texan

by the way he sits his horse.

Or walks down the street. Or totes his gun.

Why I'm from West Texas. The name's Pecos.

- Glad to know you. - This one ain't carrying nothing, Lew.

We get enough drifters coming across the border with nothing in their pockets.

I wouldn't linger in Agry Town if I was you.

I ain't gonna linger no place until I get back where I belong.

You're the man to see? I wanna get a room.

Cost you $10, in advance.

Well, I'm not staying a week. I just want a room for tonight.

Well, it'll still cost you $10.

I know I got some 10s in here somewhere. I...

Why, I could change one of them 50s for you, sir.

- You sure it wouldn't be too much trouble? - Oh, not at all, sir.

- There you are Mr... - The name's Buchanan.

Your room is the first one at the head of the stairs, sir.

I'll use it later. Where can I get something to eat?

Well, they'll fix you up with a good steak across at the saloon.

Oh, Mr. Buchanan.

A border town ain't no place to go walking around

carrying a lot of money on you.

I'd advise you to leave it with me in the safe.

It's safe right where it is.

Be sure and tell Nacho that Amos Agry sent you.

You related to him?

He's my brother.

Sheriff's my brother, too. His name's Lew Agry.

Looks like you got mighty high connections.

Morning, dad.

Don't you ever do that again!

I'll do it every time you go chasing across the border!

I'll hold still for a lot of things but not another woman!

What are you talking about?

- Where'd you get those scratches? - I rode through some brush.

Looks like you tried to ride through some Mexican wildcat.

- Why, you little... - Now, Roy!

No more lip out of you. Get me that bottle of whiskey.

I can't do it, Roy. Your father gave me strict orders not to...

Get me that bottle or I'll come back there and take it!

- I can't do it, Roy. Can't do it. - How about me?

I was told I could get some whiskey and a good steak here.

You watch out who you're pushing, mister.

It just looked like your arguing wasn't getting you anywhere,

and I'm a mighty hungry man.

I don't want no steak that's out and out raw.

I want the middle on the red side and...

This ain't a very friendly town.

If I was you, I'd get out of here quick.

That was Roy Agry you just hit, mister.

Ain't there anybody in this town that ain't an Agry?

Please go, se�or.

While I'm waiting for that steak, I'll buy a bottle of that one.

- But... - What I don't drink I'll take with me.

- How much? - $10.

- And the steak? - $10.

Good thing I'm only staying over the night.

Sure is a $10 town.

Hey, kid, how about a shot of this? Maybe you need it.

Hold it, son.

I've built up a small hanker myself.

Nacho, you're fixing up trouble for yourself.

Amos, I didn't give him the bottle. He gave it to him.

Your son looked like he could use a drink.

He ain't no son of mine.

I'd appreciate it if you'd bring that bottle back here.

- You know what I'm gonna do? - If you keep pulling on that bottle, I do.

When I finish this, I'm gonna kill you.

Now that's just jim-dandy, son.

But in the meantime, would you mind bringing me my steak?

- Lew. - What do you want?

You gotta get over to the saloon right away.

What for?

Well, Roy's been drinking and he says he's gonna kill a fella.

Oh, Roy ain't got guts enough to kill nobody.

Oh, maybe not when he's sober,

but when he's been drinking there just ain't nothing he ain't liable to do.

- Well, what's it to you what Roy does? - Well, he's our nephew, ain't he?

Besides, that fella's carrying a lot of money. I seen it.

Lew, if you ain't gonna try and stop him, I'm gonna go tell Simon.

Oh, stop worrying. Roy ain't gonna kill nobody.

- Lew, I tell you... - Shut up and get out of here!

A lot of money?

Who did we miss, Waldo?

Well, let's finish the hand and go find out.

Put one of these on the wall right above the bar, Nacho.

- Muy bien. - You might put another one over here.

It's not my fault, Mr. Carbo. I did not serve Roy the whiskey.

Didn't say you did.

Roy is going to kill him.

He is?

- Well. - Mighty tasty steak.

Thank you, se�or.

Anybody wants me, I'll be over at the hotel getting some shuteye.

The name's Buchanan.

Quite a town.

Roy Agry!

- Stick up your hands! - Do not do this, boy.

Take it easy, son. He's drunk.

- Stay where you are. - No, Benito, no! Please!

- Please, go back home! - I will, after I kill him.

If you kill him, then you will never see your home again!

Stay out of this!

I'm gonna take him over to the jailhouse, wait for him to come to.

When I hang a man, I like him to know what's going on.

So they got Roy.

- I told you what was gonna happen to him. - You told me?

You couldn't have been more wrong.

- You said he was going to kill somebody. - He was.

Nacho, tell the undertaker to get his wagon over here.

I guess I better go tell Simon.

Oh, don't be gone too long or you'll miss the hanging.

You ain't never seen a double hanging, have you, Amos?

You gonna hang Mr. Buchanan?

- That's right. - Why?

From the way I figure it, he and the Mex were in this together.

Yeah.

How much you figure is in that purse, Lew?

Well, it's hard to say.

If it wasn't for me, you wouldn't have knowed he was carrying all that money.

Don't worry, Amos. I'll cut you in for your share.

How much?

This doesn't seem like a likely time to be haggling over money.

Especially when it doesn't belong to you, Lew.

I guess I better go break the sad news to Simon.

I'll take care of that, Amos.

Try to understand.

As soon as they hear us, they'll swing us from the nearest tree.

Comprende?

I understand English, se�or.

I am grateful for what you did, but I'm sorry I brought you trouble.

We both got trouble, big trouble.

For me, it does not matter. Roy Agry is dead.

Why did you kill him?

I cannot tell you, se�or.

The name's Buchanan. What's yours?

Sorry, but I would rather not say.

That's all right.

We ain't got much time to get acquainted anyway.

- Come on, Lew. - All right, Lew, what are we waiting for?

We're still waiting for 'em to wake up.

Here. Go check on 'em.

Get up.

Morning, Nina. Where's the Judge?

Anyone ever tell you you're a mighty handsome woman?

- Many times, se�or. - Oh?

Well, when are you gonna leave the Judge and come to work for me?

The Judge treats me very well.

I can treat you better.

Why should I leave a man of Judge Agry's position to work for you, se�or?

That's for you to answer, beautiful.

Only remember, if you wait too long, I may not want you.

- Morning, Simon. - Morning.

Nina, bring another glass!

I already have it, se�or.

I'm afraid I've got some bad news for you, Simon.

Oh? Yeah, what's happened now?

Roy's been shot.

Roy dead.

It was inevitable.

- Who did it? - A young Mexican.

Looks like a man named Buchanan helped him.

- Did they get away? - No.

Simon, you'd better get down to the jail before they string 'em up.

Lew has everybody primed for a lynching.

If you're smart you'll stop it.

Why should I do that?

Because everybody in these parts knows that Simon Agry stands for law and order.

A lynching could cost you a lot of votes, Simon.

Aside from the fact that the young man's name

just happens to be

Juan de la Vega.

Don Pedro's son?

Why?

Ask me, I'd say the old gentleman

might be willing to part with a lot of pesos to get his son back safe.

You're right.

Can't have no lynching with me coming up for election.

Sheriff, you're making a big mistake.

You cannot hang Se�or Buchanan. He had nothing to do with it.

- I killed Roy Agry. - Yeah, and he helped you.

- That's right, Lew. - No, you're wrong!

He had nothing to do with it!

Save your breath, kid. Nobody's listening to you.

- I'm truly sorry, se�or. - So am I.

All right, string 'em up!

Wait, Lew! Lew!

Take those men back to jail!

Hey, Simon, I thought you was at the cemetery.

Do as I say! Take those ropes off their necks!

Please listen to me.

My only son has been killed.

A son I held very dear to my heart.

Who among you has a better reason for wanting to see those murderers hang?

None of you.

I personally would like to put the noose about their neck.

But the law forbids it.

You all know that I'm a law-abiding man.

It's my solemn duty to see that they get a fair trial.

And that's just what they're gonna get tomorrow morning at 9:00.

Now the Sheriff here is gonna take these men back to jail.

And I want all of you to go home.

Please, gentlemen.

We must see that justice takes its proper course.

And I shall personally be forever grateful to you.

All right, take the ropes off.

Se�or Buchanan, why did you help me?

Because you needed it.

I wish my father could meet you, so he could thank you for what you did.

Tell me, who is your father?

Well? Who is he?

Don Pedro de la Vega.

I'm Juan de la Vega.

Whole of Mexico thinks a lot of your dad.

- You've heard of him? - Lots. All good.

- He's a fine man. - And he has a fine son.

I...

I saw those scratches on Roy's face. Was she your wife?

I'm not married.

Your sister then.

Look, Johnny, you've gotta tell 'em.

Nobody would hang you for killing a man who did a thing like that.

No.

No one must ever know, Buchanan.

All right, quiet! Quiet, everybody!

This here trial's about to start.

Now Jim here is gonna pass among you with a tray

and the Judge wants me to have you put all your glasses in that tray empty.

The Judge don't want no more liquored-up opinion like he had in that last trial.

Now sit down someplace and take off your hats!

Come on! Stand up for the Judge!

Come on, Charlie!

Well, sit down!

All right, this here court is now in session. Judge Simon Agry presiding.

Waldo, bring in the prisoners.

Bring in the prisoners!

And put that gavel down.

- Sit down. - Sit down.

Sit down!

Now I see the defendants have no legal representation.

We don't need no lawyer, Judge.

- What is your full name? - Tom Buchanan.

What is your full name?

I killed Roy Agry. That is all you have to know.

Your name is Juan de la Vega.

Stand up, Buchanan.

- He had nothing to do with it. - Hamp, sit him down.

- Where do you hail from, Buchanan? - West Texas.

- Where are you headed? - Back home.

What's your occupation?

- Well? - Well, I'm trying to think.

It seems to be quite a chore.

I ain't much of a thinker, Judge. I grew up chasing cows.

Whose cows?

My dad's.

Until the drought and the bank wiped us out.

What then?

I ramrodded some. A little border spread.

Then I got some ideas about honing for my own,

so I crossed the line and tried to stake myself some animals.

- By rustling? - No, sir. Fighting.

- Oh, so you're a fighter? - Yes, sir.

What kind of fighting?

Most any kind, provided there's money in it.

Joined General Campos in Mexico.

Then murder is nothing new to you, Buchanan.

Ain't murder when you kill in the revolution.

- Why aren't you still there? - Revolution petered out. Besides I...

I got myself a stake.

I see.

According to this charge, you're an accessory to the murder of Roy Agry.

How do you plead?

Your son getting shot was no business of mine.

You got any questions, Lew?

Yeah.

Mister, wouldn't you say you made your living as a gunman?

I've turned a dollar with a gun.

- And you've put in a lot of jail time? - I've been in jail.

So the fact is, you're just another hard case on the dodge.

You could say that.

Tell the Judge here about the fight you picked with Roy just before he was shot.

- Nothing to tell. - Nothing to tell?

You knocked him down. Then when he got up, you got him drunk.

He was a man full grown.

I offered him a drink but he took the bottle.

He was still working on it when I left.

Isn't it a fact of the case

that you were the advance agent in this killing?

Weren't you sent into town to either goad Roy into a gunfight

or get him so drunk he couldn't defend himself?

No.

But the plan misfired, didn't it?

You two did the killing, all right, but the Mex here ran smack into the law.

And you came and tried to break him free, didn't you?

I saw this boy here getting a licking from this big ape,

so I dealt myself in.

I figured it was one thing I could do in this town that wouldn't cost me 10 bucks.

Oh, you don't like this town.

I don't like some of its people.

- Me included? - You especially.

Oh, you'd like to kill me maybe?

I'd like to give you what you and your boys gave me.

Take the law into your own hands. Is that it?

No, just you.

Well, that's the case, Judge.

He's a gunman. Came into town yesterday to set it up for this boy here to kill Roy.

I never saw this boy in my life before yesterday.

I didn't have nothing to do with the killing.

Anybody got any more to say?

You all heard the evidence.

Now you got to decide whether Buchanan

was or was not an accessory to the murder of Roy Agry.

You can go out to the back room and talk it over.

You folks sit down till they get out of here.

- Have you reached your verdict? - Not guilty, Your Honor.

Since you've been found innocent,

your presence in this courtroom will no longer be required.

Ivy, escort Mr. Buchanan back to the hotel.

I'm glad for you, Buchanan.

Juan de la Vega, stand up.

You are charged with the murder of Roy Agry,

my son.

How do you plead?

I killed your son, and I'm glad.

There ain't no point in prolonging this trial, Simon.

He admits he killed him, so there ain't nothing we gotta prove.

You heard the defendant confess that he killed Roy Agry.

As Judge, I have no alternative except to direct you

to bring in a verdict of guilty.

I don't think we have to go anyplace to cast our vote, Judge.

We find him guilty.

Juan de la Vega, you've been found guilty

by a jury of 12 freeholders of Agry County, California.

At an hour before sunset this very day

you will be hung by the neck until you are dead.

Court is adjourned.

I don't care what you say. This ain't no fair share and you know it.

- There was only 300, Amos. - You're lying.

You shouldn't call your brother a liar, Amos. That's all the money the man had.

We all got a fair share.

Well, maybe you can fool Hamp and Ivy, but you can't fool me.

If I don't get at least 10 more of these things,

Simon's gonna get an earful.

Amos, you start playing Simon and me against each other

and you're gonna get a lot more than just an earful.

Here comes Buchanan.

Sheriff, I'll make a deal with you.

You let the boy go and you can keep that money of mine.

You hear that, Waldo? He's trying to bribe me.

Yeah, he's a real bad one.

No respect at all for the law.

Want me to lock him up?

No.

I'll forget what you just said, Buchanan.

Now get back on that horse of yours and start riding, out of town.

I'd like to see the boy first.

- Hello, Johnny. - I'm very glad to see you again, Buchanan.

I...

- I thought this might help. - Thank you.

- It was an honor knowing you, Buchanan. - It was an honor knowing you.

- Would you do something for me? - If I can.

Would you ask them to let my horse go?

Just turn him loose on the bridge. He'll find his way home.

We'll take care of the horse for you.

Well...

So long, Johnny.

Goodbye, Buchanan.

Where's my gun?

A law-abiding citizen like you don't need no gun.

- Give me my belt. - You're getting it.

Now you saw the kid. Get!

Lafe and Pecos are going to ride north with you a ways.

- I don't need an escort. - You're getting one anyway.

I'm making sure you don't show up in Agry Town again.

Sheriff, I had $2,000 in here and I'm not leaving...

We were voted out of a double hanging, Buchanan.

Unless you get on that horse and start riding,

we'll make up for it with a double burying.

I'll be back.

Lafe, you and Pecos try real hard to change his mind about that.

Don't you worry about it, Lew.

Waldo, you better go back to the hotel

and sit with Amos until he simmers down a bit.

He might've heard something that upset him.

Amos!

I've been looking for you. Hop in.

He can't. He's got some things to do in the hotel.

Oh, it's nothing that can't wait till tomorrow.

I think he ought to stop by and talk to Simon.

A man likes to have his family around at a time like this.

You might mention that to Lew.

Giddyup.

- The funeral's set for noon tomorrow. - Fine.

What's he doing here?

A couple of Lew's guns just rode out of town with Buchanan.

I thought maybe he could tell you why.

Well, Amos, why?

Lew, how come you sent Buchanan out of town under two guns?

You afraid of Buchanan, Lew?

There ain't a man in this world I'm afraid of.

- Is that a fact? - Yeah, that's a fact, Carbo.

Look, Lew, I don't mind you stealing a few dollars

from the trash that comes across the border,

but don't get ambitious and start trying to buck me.

Oh, Lew wouldn't try to buck you, Simon.

That star isn't permanent on your chest. I put it there and I can take it off.

- You want it back now, Simon? - No.

We haven't had any real differences yet.

I want both of you to be at the funeral tomorrow.

As Roy's uncles, a few tears certainly wouldn't be out of place.

How are we gonna work up any tears over Roy?

Just be sure you rise to the occasion.

I didn't tell him nothing, Lew. Honest.

Carbo seen Buchanan riding out of town. He knows you got the money, too.

Lew, there was $2,000 in that purse. Mr. Buchanan said so.

- Did he? - Sure he did.

He was standing right there on the porch. You remember when he...

Well, not many fathers feel about their sons the way you did.

This trial could do you a lot of good, Simon.

Might even make you Governor of California some day.

Could be.

Se�or Agry?

Yes?

- You're Se�or Agry? - Yes.

- Who are you? - Esteban Gomez.

Won't you come in, please?

- And this is Mr. Carbo, Se�or Gomez. - Se�or.

What can I do for you?

I've come to purchase the freedom of Juan de la Vega.

That is impossible. He's been convicted of murder.

His freedom is not for sale.

I'm sorry to hear that, se�or.

I will return to Don Pedro and tell him his generous offer has been rejected.

Well, just a moment, se�or.

Since you've come such a long way, I see no harm in discussing it.

- Won't you sit down? - Gracias.

Well?

Don Pedro will deliver to you 30 of his finest horses

upon the release of his son.

Well, how could I explain how I come by these fine horses?

I couldn't.

It is a very generous offer, se�or.

Don Pedro's horses are blooded stock.

They are some of the finest horses in the world.

Oh, I'm sure they are.

But the fact remains that Juan de la Vega will be hung this very day

unless you meet my terms.

$50,000 in American money.

- Se�or! - I have nothing more to say.

Judge, I think Se�or Gomez

should be allowed to take the boy's body back with him,

so he can be buried in his own country.

That's a very kind suggestion.

You'll be permitted to do this.

I do not think Don Pedro can raise that much money, se�or.

I'll give him 48 hours to see if he can.

- Forty-eight? - Forty-eight hours.

You are a very difficult man, se�or.

Lew, the hanging's temporarily postponed.

Why?

Because Simon wants it that way. That's why.

If it's on again, I'll let you know.

Well, I wonder what Simon's got up his sleeve.

I don't know.

But whatever it is, that kid's gonna get strung up right on schedule.

You might be making a big mistake, Lew.

Why?

Well, Simon never was one to do anything without a reason.

If I was you, I'd find out what it is.

Town crier, always knows something.

How much farther you boys gonna ride along with me?

A ways.

That where you gonna kill me?

What do you get paid for a job like this?

Fifty? Not over 100.

Not much more than that.

For a West Texan, you do killing awful cheap, Pecos.

Buchanan, what was you planning to do with that 2,000?

- You know that country up around Endicott? - Oh, I sure do.

Well, I had my eye on a spread up there,

but I never could get me a big enough stake together, until lately.

I'd love to have me a spread back there. Ain't no place like West Texas.

- Then how come you're in California? - Oh, peddle-footed.

This country's so dang big a man just itches to move around it.

So one day I got tired of watching the sun go west,

and I just followed it on out here.

But I ain't itching no more.

Before long, I'll follow the sun right on back to where I come from.

Sounds like you put a lot of store in being a Texan.

- A man's gotta be loyal to something. - That's the same way I feel.

Pecos, you come on back here.

Buchanan, I want you to know, I don't cotton none to this job.

A man oughtn't do a job he don't cotton to, Pecos.

- Lafe... - Forget it.

Right there, Buchanan.

Now step down.

Take that saddle off.

Put it down.

Don't turn around.

Who's gonna do the shooting?

Both of us.

- Lafe, why don't we just... - Shut up, Pecos.

I ain't got no more stomach for this than you have.

We got a job to do.

Thanks, Pecos.

L- A-F-E, Lafe.

I sure hope old Lafe ain't put out with us for stashing him up this here tree.

With animals all around, it seems the only decent thing.

Don't you think?

Anyways, that hole you dug was done run chock-full of water.

Wouldn't hold nothing but a fish.

Lafe,

you and me worked for Lew Agry for nigh on a year,

and though I don't guess we was ever real buddies,

I'm sorry it was me that stopped your clock.

You had your good side, Lafe.

But you had your bad side, too.

Well, like cheating at stud,

and emptying my pockets whenever I got drunk.

But I ain't holding these things against you.

And if you're holding a grudge against me, Lafe,

just remember that when it come down to choosing between you

and Buchanan here,

well, I just had to choose Buchanan, on account of he's a West Texan.

Like I always say, let bygones be bygones.

And I hope you're saying the same wherever you are.

Well, so long, Lafe.

- You died real good. - Amen.

I sure got myself in one of them predicaments.

I don't know what I'm gonna do now.

Pecos, how'd you like to be half-owner in that spread of mine?

- You mean that? - Sure do.

Yeah, but you ain't got that $2,000 no more.

I'll get it back.

Waldo and Lew shoot you on sight.

Me, too.

I'll take you in as partner whether you ride back to Agry Town with me or not.

Oh, would you? Buchanan, that's real nice of you.

I know just the place I can wait for you.

Why would I be making a big mistake, Amos?

You mean about going ahead with the hanging?

Yeah.

What's Simon up to?

- Why don't you ask him? - I'm asking you, Amos.

You don't pay too good for information, Lew.

Oh? How much do you want?

I ain't greedy, Lew.

All I want's 10,000. You can have all the rest.

All the rest?

And how much would that be?

40,000.

Dollars?

Dollars.

Well, you've just got yourself a deal, brother.

Now how am I gonna get my hands on all this money?

Well, some time in the next 48 hours

a Mexican's gonna bring $50,000 to Simon for the release of Juan de la Vega.

Now all you have to do is figure out some way

to keep that money from getting to Simon.

Well.

Amos, you go over to the saloon and tell Hamp and Ivy

to get over here as fast as they can.

- Oh, what you gonna do, Lew? - I'm gonna spit right in Simon's eye.

Simon?

Yup, there's the shack.

Right behind it, you find a trail run you right into Agry Town.

Changed your mind about going back?

I was thinking about young Juan.

It'll be sundown long before you can get there.

Just bad luck all the way around.

Say, I got some coffee and bacon in my bag, if

you've a mind to eat before you start back.

I could eat.

All right, Lew.

Hop in, kid.

Drive slow out of town, Ivy.

When you get to the shack, Waldo, if everything looks all right,

you get back here as fast as you can.

All right, Mex, get out of there.

- Ivy, you ride the kid's horse. - What's the matter? Can't you handle him?

You sure you can?

Come on. Get up.

Se�or!

You hurt my horse again, I swear one day I'll kill you!

There's supposed to be nobody living in that old shack.

Sure someone living there now.

Howdy, fellas. What in tarnation brings you out here?

How come the kid's still alive? I figured he'd be hung and buried by now.

Lew told you how he wanted the job done. Why didn't you do it that way?

Well, we done just like Lew said.

And what's Buchanan's horse doing here?

Only thing you was supposed to bring back with you was the saddle.

Well, after we killed him...

Ain't no sense in my lying to you, Waldo.

When it come down to that poor dumb animal,

I just didn't have the heart to do it.

What'd you stop off here for?

Well, after all that riding, we decided to stay out the night.

Where's Lafe?

He went out hunting a rabbit or something to eat.

He'll be back any time now.

What'd you bring him for?

Simon and the kid's pa made a deal

where Simon would be paid $50,000 to let the kid go free.

Lew figured it didn't make no difference to his pa

who he paid the money to, so long as the kid went on living.

So Lew decided to go into the ransom business.

Well, look like Lew's really bucking the big man this time.

Oh, they was bound to have a showdown sooner or later.

Yeah, like you said, it was bound to happen.

- Lafe get a boot out of shooting Buchanan? - Yeah, he got a kick out of it.

- Lafe never minded shooting nobody. - Of course that's his business.

Sit down, kid.

Any food leftover, we'll give you some to eat.

You three stay like you was.

I never expected to see you again today, Buchanan.

I didn't never expect to see you ever.

Cut him loose.

You three, sit down.

Get the rope.

Throw me the rifle.

Johnny, you and Pecos tie 'em up, except for Waldo.

- Drag 'em off. - Come over here.

Stand up.

Waldo, I've been remembering that fight we had out in the saloon.

How long are you supposed to stay here with Johnny?

Till Lew comes.

Well, what are we gonna do now?

First, tie him up, then fix us some food, then I...

I ain't sure.

When do you figure Lew'll be showing up?

Ain't your toe sore yet?

Lew'll be here as soon as he gets the ransom money

from a Mex named Gomez.

- Who's this Gomez? - He's ranch foreman for my father.

Well, I hope he's smart enough not to turn the money over

till after Lew turns you over.

- Gomez is very smart, Buchanan. - Good.

I'll ride with you as far as the border. Come on.

Be seeing you.

Pecos, you cut us loose and I'll forget about you siding with Buchanan.

Oh, you'd never forget that, Waldo.

Why, if you got the chance,

you'd cut my heart out with your bare hands.

Well, like the man said, be seeing you.

- Didn't I just say goodbye to you? - Yes, sir, you did.

But you know something?

I got to think about what I'd do when Lew got here.

He's mighty handy with a gun.

Well, what do you want to do?

Well, I know a place where Juan can cross the border

without no chance of running into anybody.

And if you don't mind, I'd be much obliged if I could ride along with you.

All right, Pecos.

But I still ain't going back into Agry Town, ever.

Lew's gonna kill us when he finds out the kid got away.

We'll get him back.

Well, here we are. That's your country.

Guess, this is where we part company, Johnny.

Please, do not return to Agry Town.

Come to the hacienda with me. Meet my father.

He would be very happy to make up your losses.

I'll make up my own losses.

I must do something to repay you for all you have done.

If you must go back to Agry Town, let me go with you.

- You really want to do something for me? - Name it and it's done.

Start riding and don't stop till you get home.

He named it, kid.

So long, Johnny.

Pecos, ride a ways to see that he keeps going south.

I'll be waiting right here for you, Buchanan. Good luck.

Juan!

What's the matter with you? I couldn't have missed him from here.

Have the shot scare the kid away?

We'll get Buchanan later.

You know something, Johnny?

Looks like this time I let my big mouth talk me into a real peck of trouble.

Tell Buchanan...

All right, boy, mount up. We're going back to town.

Lew, I want to know what's holding up the hanging.

You know, Simon's orders.

You all saw how broken up poor Simon was at the funeral.

What's that got to do with it?

Well, if your son was killed,

you'd want to see his murderer get what's coming to him, wouldn't you?

Now, you'll just have to wait until Simon's feeling better.

Simon.

Simon, wake up.

I know the funeral's been a chore, but I think this might make you feel better.

Your moneyman's here.

I have fulfilled your wish, se�or.

Fine.

Now if you'll just turn over the money.

I will turn over the money when you turn over Juan de la Vega.

What's the matter? Don't you trust me?

No, se�or.

How do you know you can trust him?

We haven't seen the money. How do we know he's got it with him?

I have the money.

And I believe you.

Carbo, bring the boy back here.

Se�or Gomez, as you say in Spanish, "Mi casa es su casa. "

Make yourself at home.

Lew! Lew!

Carbo just pulled up behind the jail. I think he's looking for you.

- I ain't hard to find. - Yeah, but...

Amos, ever since this thing has happened,

you've been running around town like a chicken with its head cut off.

Now calm down. I'll buy you a drink.

Lew.

What do you want, Carbo?

The keys to the jail cells.

Oh, sure.

Lew, you've just made the biggest mistake of your life.

You'd better make it right before it's too late.

- I ain't made no mistake, Carbo. - I think so.

- Come on. - I ain't going no place.

We're going over to Simon's.

The two of you have got some things to hash over.

Hey, now, what would Simon and me have to hash over?

- Where's the kid? - Oh.

Well, you just tell Se�or Gomez

that if he's got any trading to do, I'm the man to see,

because Simon ain't got nothing to trade.

You know, Carbo, now that I've gone into business for myself,

I might not have time for this Sheriff business anymore.

You keep this up, Lew, you're gonna wind up in a box right alongside Roy.

Come on! Come on!

Put your hands on the top of the desk.

Now, Sheriff, would you mind opening up that safe?

You kill me, Buchanan, ain't nobody gonna open that safe.

You know something, Sheriff, it just might be worth it.

Hand me my gun belt.

Gentle.

Haul out my money and count it over here on the table.

Put it in stacks of five hundred, be quicker that way.

Lew! Lew, you gotta do something!

Everybody's getting all riled up. They're going to come down here...

Hello, Amos.

Give Lew a hand counting up my money.

How much is there?

1,700.

You better start digging.

Get up with that 50, Amos.

That's all that's left, Buchanan.

Put it back in my belt.

Amos, you were saying something when you came in.

What's everybody so riled up about?

Because we ain't hung the kid yet.

They say if Lew don't, they will.

Lew, you better get on back up to the saloon.

Looks like you're gonna have to do some mighty fast talking.

Lew! Lew!

What do you think they're gonna do when they find out the kid ain't in jail?

They ain't gonna find that out until after I get that 50,000.

Yeah, what are you gonna do?

I'm gonna find Gomez. It's time we started talking business.

- Well, how you gonna find Gomez? - Very simple. I'm going to look for him.

And if he wants that kid back, he just might be looking for me.

Well...

Lew, we've waited long enough.

Yeah, and we ain't waiting any longer.

If you don't get on with it, the men will just take care of it themselves.

Now, take it easy, fellas. That's what I come in here for.

You all know Simon won't like missing the hanging, so we'll wait.

But if he don't show up soon, we'll go ahead without him.

Whiskey for everybody on me, Nacho.

Drink up, fellas. I'll be back.

Set them up, Nacho.

Okay, drink up, everybody.

I thought I told you to go home.

I couldn't help it, Buchanan.

That's right, Buchanan, he couldn't help it.

Now you can do one of two things.

You can make a break for it and we shoot you both in the back,

or you can toss over them guns.

Go get the keys.

We're sure making progress.

Buchanan, they killed Pecos.

- Hey, hey, what are you all doing here? - We had a little trouble.

- Where's Lew? - Where is the kid?

He's in jail with Buchanan. I asked you where Lew was.

Well, he... He said he'd be right back.

Ain't he busy.

I cannot understand why you do not deliver Juan to me, se�or.

We can't deliver the boy in broad daylight. The town's all for a hanging.

I'm impatient, se�or.

I have fulfilled my part of the contract.

I will leave now.

When you are ready to return Juan to me, you'll discover I'm very easy to find.

Might as well face it, Simon,

you're going to have to kiss the 50,000 goodbye.

Lew's holding the trump card.

Lew never saw the day he could outfox me.

And nobody ever saw me kiss $50,000 goodbye.

Come in.

- Well, Amos, what is it? - Well, I was just looking for Lew.

You were?

You should've known better than to get mixed up in this with Lew, Amos.

Mixed up in what?

I haven't got any time to waste.

Where's Lew hiding the kid?

What are you talking about? I don't know what this...

I don't know nothing.

Now, where's the kid?

- In jail. - Don't lie to me!

I'm not lying to you.

He's back in jail. I'm telling you the truth.

We believe you, Amos.

- Does Lew know he's back? - I don't think so.

He's looking for Gomez.

I was just looking for Lew.

Thank you, Amos.

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

You sure kept us waiting a long time, Simon.

Yeah, it's about time we stretched that killer's neck.

Well, now hold on.

We can't have an official hanging until the Sheriff is there.

- Where is Lew? - He's in the back room.

You won't be able to talk them out of a hanging this time.

Probably not. I don't intend to try.

After we get the money, that's Lew's responsibility.

I realize that...

Se�or Gomez,

you would be a very foolish man to believe anything the Sheriff has told you.

Gomez, don't let the Judge here smooth-talk you.

- He don't know where the kid is, but I do. - He's in jail where he's always been.

Now, if you'll just hand over the saddle bag,

I promise you that nothing will happen to Juan.

I will hand the money over to no one until the boy is handed over to me.

There'll be a hanging today, or I'll know the reason why.

Come on, Simon, what's keeping you and Lew?

How long do we have to wait, Lew?

Now I don't blame you for being impatient. We'll be right there.

Come on, give us the Mex!

If you believe me, you lose $50,000 and save the boy's life.

If you believe Lew, Juan dies.

Well, which way is it going to be?

I will believe you only when I see the boy.

All right, Se�or Gomez.

Why don't you walk with him over to the jail?

Incidentally, I've authorized Mr. Carbo

to receive the money when we deliver the boy.

Well, Lew, I wonder which one of us is going to be right.

Seen Lew?

Lew, can I see you a minute?

Waldo, you're a fool.

Simon,

turns out that you were right.

But I think we can change that.

Let go of me, Lew!

Come on. We're letting you go.

Didn't expect to find you here, Buchanan.

Come on.

We could use a gun.

Simon!

Excuse me, se�or.

We can't wait!

Buchanan!

Get up!

Don't shoot!

Don't shoot! Don't shoot! You'll hit Simon!

Buchanan, look!

- Lew, look, the saddle bag! - I ain't blind.

Lew, bring out Gomez.

Gomez is all right.

- Lew Agry! - I hear you.

Tell everybody to move back up the street,

then let Gomez come on across the bridge.

If you don't, I'm gonna shoot the Judge!

That ain't no loss.

You heard him!

He means it, Lew!

- And if we do, you're releasing Simon? - You have my word on it.

All right, Gomez, beat it.

If he makes a move for that saddle bag, shoot him.

Hold it!

Buchanan, he isn't going any further until you let Simon go.

Tell him not to get nervous, Judge.

Let him keep on walking, Lew!

All right, Gomez, move on!

Juan!

Judge, now you go on out there,

pick up that saddle bag and bring it right back.

Pick it up and come right back!

Run this way, Simon! Come on!

Well, Lew, you got any more ideas on how to get that saddle bag?

Yeah. A real good one.

Oh, no. Don't look my way, Lew.

Why not? You can run faster than Simon. You ought to be able to make it.

We'll give you good cover.

Just like you did the Judge?

Oh, no. No, Lew, not me, either.

Suit yourself. But if you don't, I'll kill you right here.

Now, which way is it going to be?

Don't shoot, Buchanan! Don't shoot!

That's far enough.

Now bend slow, pick up them bags and come on across.

I can't, Buchanan. Lew'll kill me.

Do as I tell you or I will.

Hold it, Buchanan!

Drop that gun. Stand up.

Get up!

You've just gone and saved us the trouble of a hanging.

Lew, I can't let you do to Buchanan what you did to Simon.

- What are you talking about? - Murder.

There were those on this side that saw it, Lew. They'd swear to it.

- Drop your gun, Lew. - My own brother?

Lew.

You never should've crossed, Simon.

- I'll take those. - Not after all the trouble I've gone to.

Anyway, it looks like this is your town now.

You wouldn't wanna start out making a big mistake.

- Here you are, Johnny. - Gracias.

Buchanan, when you have a Mexican as a friend,

you must allow him to repay you for all you have done.

My horse is your horse.

- No, Johnny. - Please, Buchanan.

And this time I promise I'll go straight home.

- Adi�s. - Adi�s.

I don't think anybody'll try to stop him this time.

- Do you, Carbo? - Under the circumstances? No.

- Where do you think you're going? - West Texas.

Oh, good. I'd advise you not to stay here.

Like you say, this is my town now.

Mr. Carbo, you can have it.

Don't just stand there, Amos. Get a shovel.